That was two months ago.
Now, it's two and a half days before the ending of school.
I'm failing English. And Algebra 2. And Biology. And History. And P. E. Everything but Art. I enjoy art.
But anyway, things between us are getting worse.
The socs are now coming into our parts of town.
They've been picking fights with us about everything.
Me and my gang, which consisted of me, Charles, my brother Zac, Lucas, and Jerrybob, went to the moviehouse last night and as we were walking home, a bunch of socs came up behind us and jumped us.
Luckily, we weren't hurt, but still.
When summer comes, I'm afraid we won't be safe.
The socs will attack us everywhere.
They seem mad about something, but I don't know what we did.
Charles comes up to me after school let's out and asks me to come to the diner with him.
"Sure," I say.
We head to the diner and sit down inside.
"So, Rodger Patterson told Suzzie Gerald that the socs were planning on attacking the Westray Gang tomorrow night at eight." Charles says, "We aren't safe anymore, Petie. We just aren't safe."
"I know." I reply, "I know."
"What did we ever do to them?" he asks, with a puzzled expression on his face.
"I don't know."
"We could tell 'ya." I heard come from behind me.
Charles went white.
Rodger Patterson stood right behind me with two large socs behind him.
"W...why?" I ask, terrified.
YOU ARE READING
The Olden Days
Historical FictionGreasers and Socs have always fought, but as summer approaches, their hatred for each other grows stronger; especially after a terrible accident.
